These are the poems he recited over and over to me earlier in the abyss. I fear they are a warning of what he has seen. A warning to us...
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It is here I sit and stare for a moment in awe of the absolute beauty and sheer size of the seemingly living monument before me...
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I can see the dust clouds feathering from the floor and ceiling. It is eerie how silent it is beneath the moon's surface as it's structure cracks and gives...
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It moves as if it were a violent storm. Blown, not lead, from inside of itself as it grows larger and fills the cavern.
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There is a blinding spectrum of light emanating from behind their visors. I cannot see what is inhabiting these shells of my friends...
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From the fear. The unending disorientation of living through every moment of time, endlessly freefalling through the Mist, that makes up the fabric of the End...
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From a place - in reality a void - where your innermost demons, darkest paths, happiest memories and highest heights converge...
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